My Minion Raiding Party kicked your butt
I love my Minion Raiding Party, but not all at once
My Minion Raiding party broke your nose
My Minion Raiding Party can beat up your Minion Raiding Party
My Minion Raiding Party won't come back
A package of Dr Van Helsing marshmallow Peeps - Easter 2017
Best RP February 2017
I Celebrated Christmas 2018 in the Realm

Soleil Whitaker's Biography

You were successful in stealing $21,327.00 from Claire Cross.You were successful in stealing $1,220.00 from Elouise Orlav.

-smiles brightly-"As long as my sister and I are around, neither of you will ever go hungry. Or without a drink! I own a bar, she bartends. Expect some wild barbecues."-offers hand-"On behalf of Elysium, I welcome you."

-nods--looks around as they speak--checks watch--grins at the question-"Cher, we got beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes- you name it! My sister and I were raised in a cooking home in Lousiana, so you got your comfort food. And chocolate. Everywhere. A very food oriented group."

"I recruited her and we became fast friends.-nodnods-"I would like you to join her in Eden Kennedy's Sanctuary, Elysium."-smiles-"No catch. Just thought you would like to join her is all! Plus, we have a lot of food. And we need more people so it won't go to waste."

-squints at--murmurs to self-"Short... black hair... rebellious looking... sexy... you fir Rhiannon's description."-offers a chocolate bar-"Hello, I'm Beau. I was sent here by Rhiannon, and we both want you to join Elysium."-insert big smile here-

Soleil Whitaker. There are so many reasons that her name leaves a foul taste in Jameson's mouth. He should have trusted his gut when it told him not to trust her, especially when it came to the interest she eagerly had given to his wife. That didn't matter anymore. The woman had friends in interesting places. A family. One that was very delicate. Susceptible to pain. There had been a fact that lingered on the mind of Jameson Orlav since just after his transition. Elouise had voluntarily surrendered the possession of their son when it seemed that she had been backed into a corner. No interest in raising a boy on her own, much less one that would grow into the unmistakable qualities of his father. It didn't bother him then, and it hardly bothered him now.

Except for the fact that once again, Soleil Whitaker had been in possession of something that belonged to him, and the chorus of his consciousness was like a broken record. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Jameson doesn't make his presence known... Yet. But one thing that is for certain is that he's there. Logan is, and will always be an Orlav. Jameson's kin. Whatever tiny slither of hope that the Whitaker's had held while trying to sate their appetite for a normal family... Trying to hide from him would always have proved to be futile.

Sorry for the seemingly random email, I managed to get your address from a friend. I hope you don't mind. And I appreciate that, given the issues in the past with her, you don't mind me contacting you in regards to Elouise.

We've had a falling out after a very upsetting incident involving some rather unsavoury beings (I'm sure you can guess who, or rather, what I am referring to) and she seems to be suffering some rather delusional thoughts about me as a result.

I worry for her safety and the safety of those she may come into contact moving forward, including yourself and your beautiful family.

If she gets in contact, please approach with caution while I try to fix the issue and get her help. And feel free to call me at any time. I believe you have my number.

Coffee was exactly what the poor girl needed right now. Her temples throbbed, likely do to the lack of caffeine and sleep in her system. She hadn't had any sleep in close to three days, and it had been even longer since her last cup of joe. Eagerly, Elisa followed the woman's gesture and made her way to the corner. She could almost taste the french vanilla right now.

"I've just never had someone cool with a stranger reaching into their back pockets..." Elisa offered a toothy grin. Not all people were awful pricks, and she was going to have to realize that eventually. "I'll have to make sure Zack is up for it, but I don't think he could turn down the pizza... and I'll supply the booze. It's the least I can do for my actions... I’ve really got to get better at that.” It was meant as a joke, but Elisa had a weird sense of humor.

Trying not to seem too eager, Elisa glanced down at her phone, skimming the through texts as if to check for forgotten plans. She knew there was nothing important for her to attend to currently, but it almost felt lame to just jump at the opportunity. Truth be told, this place was sort of lonely without friends. Most of Ellie's friends had either passed or moved on with their lives, leaving her behind to figure it out on her own.

"Looks like I'm free for the next hour or so." She offered a the woman a friendly smile. "And yes, we should." Elisa could feel a burning sensation in her cheeks. It was quite embarrassing to get caught in an attempt at stealing, but even more embarrassing to be called out for it. "I was thinking about pizza and some drinks if the two of you would happen to be interested?"

As luck would have it, this just wasn't Elisa's day. Last time she would spend all of her money on bail. So strapped for cash, she had been resorting to petty theft...and failing miserably. Never had she been caught in the act, and then apologized to for another's actions. This was certainly a first.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Soleil, I'm Elisa." She offered warmly. "And coffee would be lovely."

Giving a cheeky grin right back, she says, "Had I known you were the lucky lass, I'd have kept my hands to myself!" Quirking her head to the side, Summer lifted a brow in coy thought as she gives the woman an approving glance. "On the other hand, maybe I wouldn't have!"
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you!"